It's so simple, really. Just step over and lift the photo—sliding it under the light streaming down beneath the shade of an old-fashioned table lamp. A young woman—with arresting features...attractive figure. She's sitting cross-legged on the front fender of an Aston Martin Lagonda. And on the back of the photo: Carmelita, 1987. But you know someone who looks a lot like this woman. Someone still in her early twenties. Yet this photograph was taken at least two decades ago. Leaving the house immediately, you see her. A figure blending into the night's black shadows at the southern edge of the beach house. A figure who herself now becomes the dim image of that girl in that old photograph.The girl in that photo has somehow materialized out of the emptiness of night. But of course she can't be that girl. This living girl is one of the two women closest to you in this, your haunted life.